─── dad’s best friend LEON KENNEDY whose lips press in a kiss right on your soft ankle— you legs, spread wide open, rest on both of his shoulders, where they sit so nicely against his burning sweaty skin. your pussy walls squeeze him tightly and squirt all over his cock, fucked rough and messy into the older man’s hotel mattress for the third time this week.

as if it’s been in dire need to be stretched out again by his greedy cock in the span of three days and it’s barely wednesday— you walk straight into his room, dizzy and drunk on his cock, plump ass still tender and tight pussy sore and hurting from the nonstop, borderline animalistic sex and fingers drenched in squirt.

leon’s guilt is eating him up from the inside; the more guilt he feels for secretly fucking his best friend’s daughter and the more it consumes his thoughts, the harder his veins pulse right down the length of his cock while he’s buried inside you. his balls brim with sticky cum, plapping against your bare ass, “ah, fuck— you take it so well, sweet girl. open your mouth for me.”

what a sick nasty pervert. he shouldn’t feel so good having you sprawled in his hotel room with his fingers pushed down your throat. but leon watches your manicured fingers shake and drawing circles, trying so hard to abstain from waking the entire building up.

you lock your legs around older.ᐟ leon kennedy’s waist just once during missionary to stop him from pulling out and something in his brain chemistry gets profoundly ruined. he’s a completely changed man. never in his forty nine years of existence has leon ever been so insanely turned on to the point his brain feels all weak. a thoughtless pussy drunk mind and whole cock sucked inside your cunt, tip leaking with thick cum, heavy balls plopping against your sore ass with every deep stroke. how could he ever be against filling you up to the brim till his cum oozes out of you?

maybe, it’s the way you beg him with your pretty big eyes to cum inside you— put a baby or two right there inside your womb, while he’s at it. maybe, it’s genuinely the dead seriousness in your shaky voice; maybe, you really want old man leon kennedy to fuck you numb and give you a round belly.

your face is so close to his. your foreheads touch, your arms thrown around his neck and long nails scratch mindlessly down the muscles of his strong back and big arms. you look at leon like you’ve never needed him more than you do now. you look at him like he’s your entire universe.

“fuck me, you really wanna make me a dad, huh, sweet girl?”